Hope

One benefit to blogging has been the ability to go back, to be reminded of times when God has used a circumstance, person, or experience to connect my dull senses to the reality of His presence and hand in the simple yet extraordinary happenings of this life.

So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Isaiah 41:10

My hope is in a God who I can’t physically see, but who shows Himself to me daily in the works of His hands, and in the power He has to bring life to the death this world offers.
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The Things That Count

It was a beautiful sunny day, and we were enjoying a picnic lunch at one of the few remaining parks I know of in our state with a merry-go-round.  My three oldest were running around, spinning, and hopping off and on it until they were dizzily laughing that contagious, “I can’t stop laughing” kind of laugh.

From my perch at a nearby picnic table, I noticed an older couple in a wheelchair-enabled van preparing a child to get out in her wheelchair.  I could see she was thoroughly handicap, with arms and legs gaunt and stiff from a lifetime of non-use.  It was obvious she needed fulltime care.  They got her set just right and after about 20 minutes of preparation, headed toward the playground, directly to my kids and the merry-go-round… Almost as though that was the only reason they’d come here.

Our children stopped their laughing, slowed down, and learned the girl’s name was Hope, that she had a big smile…

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